>Begin looking around for mochi, but keep an eye out for other possible gifts.
>You wander down the street, heading eastward and largely ignoring the crowds. People give you a fair amount of space, some not seeing you until you draw near and then quickly moving out of your way with obvious distress. You expect many are wondering if you intend to walk around and throw open random doors again, and wonder if they'll be relieved or disappointed that you have no plans for it at the moment. Some are likely wondering whether or not Reimu is going to show up to keep you from causing more trouble, and you rather wish she would. It would help answer a lot of questions.
>But no such thing happens. You stroll past a blacksmith and shop selling various herbs and small groceries before coming to a bakery. There is no name or sign on the shop, just an open door and the smell of confections. The walls are old and gray with age, but clean and in good condition otherwise. The roof is low, with an obvious chimney that pours out a thin stream of white smoke. Walking inside. you are quickly struck by the heat, feeling like summer in here rather than the early spring it should be. The ceiling is just inches above your forehead, while large open windows allow in light and let out some of the heat, while a large counter stretches across much of the store. Large plates rest on it, holding various kinds of buns, noodles, taiyaki, and mochi. An old woman, wrinkled and bowed with age, pokes at the coals under an oven, while a younger woman is kneading some dough at a large table at the corner. The older woman reminds you of the baker that used to work here some decades ago, perhaps it's her daughter? You don't really remember last time you were here...
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